a) “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover";
b) “Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss”;
c) “Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love...I'm crazy about you even though you're neither intelligent nor decent, even though you're a liar, an egotist, a
d) "A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her".
e) "I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will”.
f) Todas as anteriores, estamos a falar de amor e nada faz sentido.
[citaçõezinhas do Bukowski, da Slyvia Plath, do Kundera e Oscar Wilde, não pela ordem certa, que não estou para isso].